Rollin
Trae tha Truth Lyrics

Comin' up as yungsta
Growing up as a young kid

Watchin' the OG's in the hood while they flossin' in they rides
Observing the OG's in the neighborhood flaunting their cars

Candy paint, chrome wheels, and black magic on the attire
Cars with colorful and shiny paint, wheels and glossy finish

Me, yeah I was lovin' it, but not old enough drive
I enjoyed it, but was not old enough to drive

Parkin' lot pimpin' from the passenger side
Flirting from the passenger side while parked

I use to walk everywhere I had to show up
I used to walk to wherever I had to go

Shoe hills, one down like wheel rubber, man I was about to go nuts
My shoes were worn down and almost as flat as a tire, it was driving me crazy

Hopefully I would blow up in these rap game man
I hoped to make it big in the rap game

My people roll swanga's, I wanted to be rollin' the same thang
My community drove cars with swangas and I wanted the same

Never had alot of work, but I was doin' what I could
I didn't have a lot of work but was making the best of what I had

Movin' nickles, dimes, twenty's, and ounces all threw my hood
Dealing drugs in the neighborhood

Since I had a one yolla fines cash me up
Since I only had one dollar, I put it towards paying off fines

Mean while thumpin' for a ride my homies pass me up
My friends would drive by and not offer me a ride, meanwhile I was playing loud music hoping for someone to pick me up

It's all gravy, when I'm able I'm a showin' all somthin'
It's all good, when I have the ability I flaunt what I have

From a hopte to a foreign, I'm ballin' it's all or nothin'
From a basic car to a foreign car, I'm living extravagantly and it's all or nothing

Treat my feet with' designer to fine sneak's when I leave my home
I wear designer shoes when I leave my home

Only place you catch me walkin' is to my mail box's
I only walk to get my mail

Cause on the streets I be on crome
I drive a car with chrome rims

Huh, I started off with' a canary yellow cutlass supreme on bald tire's
I started with a yellow car with bald tires

Yeah I know I was out of line
I know I was out of place

But that was all I could find
But that was all I could afford

Or should I say that was all I could purchase for what I had to spend
That was all I could buy with the money I had

But at least I had somthin' to go from point A to B and
At least I had something to get me from one place to another

No more offerin' gas money to get a lift
No longer paying for gas to get a ride

Besides when your driven it's easyer to get a chick
It's easier to pick up women when you have a car

So ani't no more parkin' lot pimpin' at the club I'm up in there
I'm no longer standing in the parking lot trying to flirt, I'm inside the club

Seekin' little mama, with' thick thighs, I hope she let me in there
Looking for women with thick thighs, hoping they let me inside

Like swim wear, pull up to the motel, and we'll go in there
Like swimwear at the beach, I pull up to the motel and we go inside

Nothin' left to do but comit a sin there
Nothing left to do but commit a sin there

And that was in my hopte, but when I show up in my big body with' the gloss
That was in my old car, but when I show up in my fancy car with a glossy finish

All of the boppers was boppin' I just could'nt shake'm off
All of the women were interested and I couldn't fend them off

Sixteen switches, tewnty-two inches, trunk goin' to war
My car had 16 switches and 22 inch rims, with a loud subwoofer

They don't want to lay here with me, they want to lay in my car
They don't want to be with me, they want to be in my car

Except I'm not yellow cutlase no more, I'm 300 blue over gray, on chrome
Except now I don't have a yellow Cutlass, I have a blue 300 with a gray interior and chrome rims

Finally I'm in the mix, ridin' twenty four's or twenty six
Finally, I'm part of the crowd, driving a car with 24 or 26 inch rims

My neck and my wrist lite, with' out me sellin' a brick
My neck and wrist are adorned with expensive jewelry, despite not selling drugs

Tv's in the roof and the dashboard and I'm watchin' a flick
There are TVs in the roof and dashboard of my car and I'm watching a movie

Rollin' with my pistol in my lap and I'm cockin' if
I'm carrying a gun on my lap and will shoot if necessary

I spy somethin' suspicious in my rear view mirror when I'm creepin'
If I see something suspicious behind me while driving

If you plan on jackin' me I plan on leavin' you sleepin'
If you plan to rob me, I plan to knock you out

I be in different vehicle cause I'm havin' thangs
I ride in different vehicles because I have money

King of the ghetto entertainment got me havin' change
Being a successful artist in the ghetto has made me wealthy

You can smell it on me, even tho quite, the way I live it be tellin' on me
You can tell I have money, despite me not broadcasting it

Don't get twisted I'm still a felon homie
Don't forget that I have a criminal record

Thinkin' you goin' to rob me that's a N O
If you're planning to rob me, that's a no-go

And when I'm in N O I roll with god and as always Mr.Marsello
When I'm in New Orleans, I have religious faith and also ride with Mr. Marsello

And they be with me when they in Texas don't par take it as a spy
They ride with me in Texas too, don't assume they are spying on me

Harlum nights in stores where they drop it like it's hot
Parties at stores with the vibe of Harlem Nights movie, with popular music like the song "Drop it like it's hot"

So if your tryin' to call me and I don't answer my phone
If you're trying to call me and I don't answer

I can't hear it cause my music to loud I'm bangin' on chrome
I can't hear it because my music is too loud, I'm playing it loudly while driving my car with chrome rims

I'll keep rollin' chrome
I will continue to drive a car with chrome rims

Wood grain is what I'm holdin' on
I am holding onto the steering wheel with a wood grain finish